More Than a Clown
I don't want to play anymore,
it's time to put away my mask.
Although people still need to laugh,
I'm no longer up to the task.
My act is no longer funny,
I'm but a relic of the past.
And this performance in whiteface
will undoubtedly be my last.
I find it hard to paint a smile
on top of a permanent frown.
Yet, in costume, I'm expected
to flip every frown upside down.
It's been a lifelong fantasy,
but now I must rethink my dream.
And try my hand at something else,
less emotionally extreme.
When I look into a mirror,
I want to see more than a clown.
And when I can't manage a smile,
it will no longer bring me down.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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